First, some background information: The Guv is a native New Yorker, born and raised in Brooklyn until schlepping off to prep school in 9th grade. I am a native West Virginian, born and raised mostly in the northernmost town of Chester until I schlepped off to attend 11th grade at the prep school where I met the Guv. I have been with the Guv for seventeen years, eight months, and four days. We have been married for ten years, six months, three weeks, and four days.
Now, the complaint: I have never attended a Broadway show. I rarely ask the Guv for anything, but I have asked him to take me to a Broadway show in New York City probably every year since 1990. And the truth is, I could've been there by now. I studied at Columbia for my graduate degree from 2002-2004, so I was in the City enough. I've had opportunities to go with friends, and it just hasn't happened. The Guv used to go to these things with school groups, so he's had his fill. But me? Nada. My West Virginian cousin has been there, done that. Our Austrian au pair has been there, done that. I'm still waiting, because I want to attend with my husband. I've dug in my heels.
And, the reality: The fact is, while he did manage to ask me to marry him all on his own, we wouldn't have children (well, Dash, at least) if I hadn't said, "Honey, it's time." I will have to sway the decision of whether or not we move closer to his work. I will find the schools and preschools. I will decide whether or not to re-enroll Dash -- who seriously hasn't gained even one ounce in almost a calendar year -- in the Children's Hospital feeding program. And I'm cool with all of that, because that's my job, and the Guv works hard to earn the money to pay for all of these things. Hat's off to him for that. BUT...
Guv, here's the deal: I worked hard in 2007 too, so I think that I, too, have earned a bonus. I'll take payment in the form of two tickets to see Rent because it's closing. And yes, YOU have to go with me. A matinee will do quite nicely, since there's little chance that Dash will be sleeping on his own anytime soon, since I have to take care of that myself, too. (That's my job, and I accept it.) But, as the poster reads, "Your job is to focus on my personal happiness, she said, & I've got big plans, so break time is over." C'mon, Guv, before we move far away from here... plee-wee-weez....
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